From Locus, on Erin Morgenstern's lovely The Night Circus.
From the local almost daily on the Pit Run. Which I ran - and finished 310. Which is fine and all, it's a pleasure to have finished, etc., but my time was worse than it was the first time, which is a bit of a bummer. Feh.
Still, I got the chicken lunch, which didn't suck.
Part of the reason that my time was lame was because I drove back to Oneonta late Saturday night from the Poconos where the Featureless Saint's extended family was having a fete. Said FS and the Boy drove back on Sunday afternoon.
The Diva came home with me on Saturday, did the kid's fun run on Sunday, then went to a horse show.
And, now, I am so, so tired I can't even tell you how tired I am. But, oh, tired.